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Come bleed or blister you're going to fill that need. Far be it from me sitting judgement seat. An itch is still an itch even if you've got no scratch to cure that pig. You crawl in - crawl into cheap cups just to feel okay. Let it out just enough so we hear you clear. Validation starved alligator tears. Pity party playing at volumes that deafen. Droning on- unrepentant purring useless. Bow down to face it. You're crushed by manic garbage. The shit everyone else swallows is just too much. Pity party playing at volumes that deafen. Droning on- unrepentant purring useless. Cursed with a nose that knows enough about tweak teeth, blizzards and such. Remorseless modulation. A broken record drumming on like a hard time crooner. So yeah you can play it back or play it forward. That shit's the same but the story's getting longer. You're in my ear but over my head. It's enough and I ain't fooling. An itch is still an itch even if you've got no scratch to cure that pig. You crawl in - crawl into cheap cups just to feel okay. Submit to the thought that everyone's not out to see you wracked. You don't burn those bridges you just smash them. So keep rocking the boat.

Track Name: Lights Are On

Rusting figures out stretch in our vision. A visqueen backdrop enclosing liquid light. If we are the only ones to see could
it be proof of presence or just spiraling factoids? Hunger for feeling vacant and undeserved- synthetic reflections ablaze
beneath our feet. Pushing forward into alternate realms of flame and heat where egos go to die. If we are the only ones to
feel could it be something solid or just bumping in the night? Veering perception shifting in repeat. The mold is rotting- crippled, useless, hollow. Burn in shade- sequence overload. Freeze in the sun- Divine diffusion. Arcane feeling laid to rest. Sensory transference in the midst of panoramic vision so void and sour. Bearing down on me and growing stronger. Departure from standard form into obsolete patterns rusting golden. Pushing forward into alternate realms of flame and heat where egos go to die.

Track Name: Mattress Actress

Let it out. You can scream and shout about the words you validate in your own mind on your time. It's a farce for you to
think we could stretch this any further. So you can sink your fangs deep. Immune to the poison you pump deep inside. Trust
me you disgust me- it's only good until you get me to the end of the line. Like ships passing in the night oh so silent. I'd rather be alone. Because I know you're not the one- I just thought we were having fun. I'm just trying to shake out the cobwebs. Gone rabid- snake bit by a scab. Held captive in lust. When in doubt you throw it out or just ignore it until it's dead. Like ships passing in the night oh so silent. I'd rather be alone. Because I know I'm not the one- I just thought we were having fun. I'm just trying to shake out the cobwebs. History repeats itself-not empty beds in burnt out haze. A muse is not a mattress no matter what they say. I swim circles in dis-ease. Yeah, tepid water entwined. History repeats in fragments unwanted with bargain thrills divine. I am not (completely) immune. Still subject to guilt so please save me the strain. This thing is worthless. I want no part-you're not that dear to me.

Track Name: Night of the Technicolor Yawn

Descent into darkness- descend into death. Relent your number's been called. Questions of reason long silenced by treasonous acts unthinkable. Lungs fill as crushing depth looms close. I sink down into a faceless abyss. Resenting the numbness repenting for nothing. Relent your number's been called. Questions of reason long silenced by treason acts unimaginable. Lungs fill as crushing depth looms close. I sink down into a faceless abyss knowing it's final. I am lost transcending soul from shell. No coming back the sound synapses exploding. Blasts of light blinding vibrant dance in my skull. Organic static licking optic nerves infernal. I can believe it's happened to me. Going down to the bottom. Pressure crush, bones collapse, pressed to dust. Cerebellum spreading spectrums. Speeding me through infinite dimensions, Cerebellum stretching time. Out of touch with existence. I am lost transcending soul from shell. No return now. It's all so final. I am lost falling through the crust of time. It's all far too final.

Track Name: Born To Break Even (Strong Backs Beget Shitty Lives)

I'm falling out with rat tactics to struggle seems so worthless. Shrinking beneath the weight of it. Life gets boring same old
story, yeah we know. A rut becomes a hole (becomes) a chasm. Evade it, coward. Why move forward? Can't get no traction on it so spin your wheels- eyes on the prize. The joke's on me because there's nothing to be found. Stink so desperate for it unable to ignore the embarrassment bubbling up inside you. Life gets boring same old story, yeah we know. A rut becomes a hole (becomes) a chasm. Why move forward? Evade it, coward. Can't get no traction on it. Just spin your wheels- eyes on the
prize. Jokes on me- there's nothing to be found. Stay on the ball to stay on the wall. Shrinking beneath(the weight of nothing at all). Just take it on the chin because these are your cards. I'm dropping out to say I don't give a fuck about it. It's fine. I'm nothing to no one. Bad sense of direction- it's true. Figurative and physical. Can't deny it- it's fact and holding strong. Long and slow is the ordeal. It all gets so drab. Detached and listless. It's gospel truth. I don't have the answers- suffice to say I'll just sit on my hands. Impeded and delaying the hang ups are self provided. So give me some rope and let's see where it goes. I bet it's elliptical. Shot in the foot- out running my legs but still going up hill. I don't have the answers or a clue. Nothing good to say or advice for you because we all know strong backs beget shitty lives. I stay blind. No view. Visionless is the way to be when you're so off balance. Out of sight out of mind. It's not worth it but I don't have the proof. Call it what you will. I've got a lofty tolerance for pleasure still. Just searching for distraction. Give me satisfaction. Make me happy and make it snappy. Give me some rope and let's see where it goes. I bet it's elliptical. Bad sense of direction. It's gospel truth.

Track Name: Blackout Pilot

No sweat for the small things. Bend your days until they're flat. Fits of blacked out courage run back to back. So tell me, how do you dry out when you're treading water? Frenzied, fevered, shock, and horror. Loss of control. Convulsing in place. On a gluttonous rampage and I can't be saved. So bend them flat but don't look back- because you can't see when you're asleep. Built to suffer-it is what it is. Off the ropes-got no hope. Black out pilot take me home. I'm fucking future proof. No sweat for the small things. Bend your days until they're flat. Fits of blacked out courage run back to back. Loss of control. Convulsing in place. On a gluttonous rampage and I can't be saved. No room for dread so just soak it until it breaks. Lifeless in the wake of what you can't change. Flood your life with vacant spite- future proof and that's the truth. Whiskey time warp won't bring me anywhere. A Legacy is just a bruise. Fading out and you will too. A failure but such old news.

Track Name: 2cBent

We thought they gave these visions to healthy minds without exception. How wrong could we be? It was always so plain to see. Viscous eruptions of predictable thought boiling in my head. Condensing down the facts now. Voices ring out of thin air. Walls weep without exception. Can't make it stop or slow down. I'm losing my mind. I can tell you that for certain. Viscous eruptions of intangible thought boiling in my head. Condensing down the facts now. Everything I've know is in question now. I can't escape from the sounds. Buried beneath ashes of incinerated giants. Oppressive heat has it's way with everything that used to be breathing. Shock waves of paranoia so abrasive and toxic. Rotting under the nose of gods- the crumbling pillars of the world. Buried beneath ashes of incinerated giants. Oppressive heat has it's way with everything that used to be. Lost in barren pretext- a shroud of grey. My head subducting into fiction. Conversations carried on air. Absentee dialog becomes monolog. I'm in hell reborn anew in such suspicious skin. World crumbles as you've known.

Track Name: Put Pressure On What's Bleeding You

Liars entombed by the chains of our own making. No cure for the vicious clasping wrapped around our bones- it's throbbing warm and boring. Polarizing moments explain why you're catching calls from out of the blue. Hello, stranger how have you been? Good to know. Intentions seem true for the most part and denying is so hard- with comfort in question heads start to spin. Up comes the pulse. In comes the panic. You're hell bent to have it there's no other way. I need to touch it. To feel it. To taste it. To know it. To own it-reclaim it and save it. Forfeit discretion for an obsession. Just bent on day dreams. Painless moments run by obscure. Locked in bliss with who I crave. Composite between the sheets. The smell sticking to me. I am leaning so hard on her. It's a crutch- I just can't stop to think about the blown out details. When the smoke clears you're left alone with nothing. Failed devotion hanging silent on the air. Try to block it out but it's too much. Pulverizing seconds- the floor it drops out on you and you're left to mope and ponder about choices made. Past and present it's all the same. She's gone and there's nothing that can change it. Lost in delusion. In a terminal trance about malignant angel. Run run run as fast as you can. Love will never find me. Cadaver dogs first. Alone in the ground.